Brennan's turn!!! AH! haha! (bones no es mia! Es fox)

Booth smiled as he walked into his apartment. He wondered what could've been in that strange manila envelope of Brennan's, until he noticed he had one of his own. He grabbed it, quickly breaking the seal. Inside he found a note and an essay. He put the essay down to read later, and started with the note.

"Dear Agent Booth,

Recently I had you write an essay, if you remember. I am impressed with how you expressed your emotions, now you just need to hone this skill and feed your feelings through a channel that is more productive. I have sent you your essay to do with as you will. Please accept this as a truce…

Have a good summer

Dr. Gordon Gordon Wyatt"

Booth smiled at the note. He really felt like Dr. Wyatt was helping him, even if he confused him from time to time…or all the time. He chuckled and picked up the essay, in order to refresh himself on what he wrote. He choked at the first line, which was not his first line:

'I am at a slight loss at how to commence this essay…' He knew he had Bones' essay. He gulped; should he or shouldn't he read it? He smiled, and decided…curiosity killed the cat, but at least he got to learn the truth before he died…

'I am at a slight loss at how to commence this essay, I wanted to begin with a rational explanation for my behavior during the recent weeks, but I realize that as of now I cannot think of one.'

Booth smiled. He highly doubted that was true.

'I am afraid to admit my secret to anyone, but to put it down in writing seems almost a ridiculous way of disclosing this information that I have been hiding secretly for several months now. It is about Agent Booth…no, not Agent Booth, just Booth. He just…just does things to me.'

She had no idea what he wanted to do to her. He had no idea either. He just knew he wanted to be there for her.

'I can't exactly explain what it is, he just drives me mad! I always want to be around him, I morbidly wait anxiously for cases just so that I can see him. I can't stop thinking about him, I dream about him.'

He chuckled as he remembered her in her office earlier. He wondered if she was dreaming of him then.

'I don't know what this all means. I would talk to Angela about the matter, considering the fact that she is my best friend, but she would just squeal insanely loud and tell me to 'follow my heart.' I don't even know if what I am feeling is controlled by my 'heart' or just a fluctuating pattern of chemicals and hormones in my body. I don't even think I want to know. I just want to enjoy the feeling. He makes me feel safe.'

Booth smiled. He was glad he could make her feel safe. That is exactly what he had been trying to do for the past two years, and it seemed like she wouldn't let him. He wished she knew how much her safety meant to him.

'He has so many alpha-male tendencies, and while originally they frustrated me, especially when he assumed I was incapable of taking care of myself, I have learned to love the subtle ways that he looks after and takes care of me.'

Whoa, did she just use the word love? Maybe he was not barking up the wrong tree after all. He hoped she continued in this manner.

'I worry if this makes me weak and defenseless, which is something I vowed never to be after my parents left me. And sometimes, I still think that it does, but I am just as scared to admit that I think that this makes me feel weak and defenseless, which frustrates me because I am employing the soft science of psychology (no offense).'

Booth laughed at that last comment. She would start bad-mouthing psychology in the middle of an essay written for a psychologist. However, he was still stunned at what she had just admitted. She needed him. He smiled, and silently vowed to always be there for her.

'His actions around me always seem endearing, and Angela is convinced that he is in love with me, and left Cam in order to leave himself open for me. I honestly have no idea how he feels or even how I feel. I just know that he means a lot to me, and I need him in my world.'

Booth smiled at her innocent admissions. She seemed to be admitting that she needed him more than anyone else that she ever knew. And this seemed to scare her more than anything in her entire life. And he was perfectly fine with that.

'He seems to bring things out of me that I never knew I had. For instance, we traveled to Las Vegas in order to solve this case, and we had to pretend to be a married couple. I, naturally, objected to these archaic pretenses, and decided that we were rather engaged to be engaged…I believe that is how I put it. There was something that happened when we were pretending to be Tony and Roxy that made me feel unconquerable. I felt completely seductive in the role I was playing, and I suddenly had the urge to seduce.'

Booth was stunned, and at the same time aroused. If only she knew that he was willing, and wanting to be seduced.

' I was frightened by this new feeling that was developing, and I tried to push it away, but every case since then, I have felt closer to him, and I actually enjoy this feeling that he makes me feel. I feel loved.'

That is exactly how he wanted her to feel; he had been working for months and months for that response.

'And I think I might possibly, although once again this might just be a plethora of chemicals running madly through my bloodstream and clouding my sound judgment, I love him too. I have to love him, after all that he has done for me, all that I have done for him, and all that we will do for each other in the future, I would rationally care about him deeply, love him if you will. And it is much more than rational thought. I do love him.'

Booth was taken aback at what she was writing. She seemed to be feeling exactly what he was feeling. She seemed to be attracted to him just as much as he was to her. He was excited, and anxious to see where the essay went.
'I love the way he smiles at me when we first see each other for a case. I love the way he always puts his hand on the small of my back when we walk together, as if to lead me to wherever we need to go. I love the way that his face always cringes slightly at the bodies that always seem to be so gruesome. I love the way he gets so emotionally attached to every case. I love the way we banter about nothing in particular, but these squabbles represent so much more. I love the way he flashes me that irresistible charm smile in order to get whatever he is asking for this time. I love the way he protects me from all the things he thinks will hurt me, even thought in reality I have been fighting them all my life. I love the way he always knows what to say, when to say it, how to say it, and what to do. I love the way he always puffs his chest out when he thinks he has solved something that no one but him could figure out. I love the way he always seems to be able to understand what I'm thinking. I love the way he laughs when I have made a fool of myself, he laughs because it is funny, and there is always some sympathy in his laugh. I love the way he always brings me food, and tells me to go home, and make sure I take care of myself. I love everything about him. I love him.

Thank you for helping sort out my feelings with this essay. I look forward to hearing your response.

Dr. Temperance Brennan'

Booth stares at the essay for several minutes in disbelief. He cannot believe what he just read. Bones, his Bones just admitted that she loved him. He couldn't believe what she had written. He desperately wanted to call her, but he knew she wouldn't forgive him for reading that essay that she was so anxious to give out, and for good reason. Suddenly he worried if she read his essay, but he decided it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she loved him, and that was all that he needed.

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R&R, porque es bueno